The Note

[[Don't read if you don't like "relationship" drama. ;D]]

The note is placed in amongst the dandelions, where they once sat for hours. She stays a moment, watching the spot, eyes clouded and distant. The black feathers wave in the slight breeze, blue eyes closing to appreciate the cool feeling. The doe hesitates, then begins to lightly carve symbols in the dust.

Dear Crispin,

It's been awhile. For months, I didn't see you. It was like you disappeared. At first, I missed you. I wondered where you'd gone, why you'd left.
I heard the news of the marriage before then. You know, I must be good at hiding things. You never knew how I felt towards you. Instead, you fell in love and you married her, Dehy.
I accept that. I didn't at first; I said some nasty things. She did too. I still hear them.
I don't feel like that towards you anymore, and I accept that too. We weren't right for each other if you found somebody else.
One thing I don't know, though, is whether you're still my friend. I don't know if I can stay around you if every time I see you, I feel crushed. If every time I'm around you, I get acid spit in my direction and end up returning it.
I can't take it any more, Crispin. I don't want to be wounded by your very presence or hers. It's not me.
I have changed. I am stronger. I can find my own way now, I can protect myself. Some things don't change, though. I still miss you, as much as ever. I think I always will, because you were my friend. Maybe you still are.
If your answer is no, I'm gone. I won't come around. I won't worry Dehy anymore with my presence. If your answer is yes, I'll...find some way. I don't know what I'll be able to do, but I can try.
Either way, whatever the answer, I don't want you worrying about me. I can take care of myself, and I will.
I don't need you as a protector any longer, but I'd like to keep you as a friend.

Regards,
Ama

When she finishes, she delays a moment, frowning, making sure everything is spelled right. She almost wants to erase the whole thing.
But she can't.
A small smile spreads across the chocolate muzzle, and she puts a hoofprint by her own name.
Then she is gone, bounding off into the distance.